I went to the beer and wine store with my boyfriend, Eric. I have been dating him (Eric) for nearly a year, been in love with him (Eric) for about that long if I’m being honest and resisting the urge to hedge. I’ve yet to live a day that he (Eric) hasn’t made better.
We walked past the bald, burly clerks toward the six-packs in the back. Eric spotted what looked like a milk stout, which is my favorite. He inspected the can, perked up, and showed me the label with glee.
The brand? Eric.